Wednesday, 3 February 2016

GRINDR by KKG

It’s hard to know what I used to do when I had a spare thoughtWhat did I do to procrastinate? When work wasn’t froughtBut the truth is its being there is a distraction in itselfMy productivity ceases as the papers mount my shelfMy inbox less important than this time consuming appWondering who is close by and if he’s a handsome chapThe urge to see if that man appearing next to meIs a face, a torso, blank image or maybe he’s a sheIf he’s after, sex, love or dates and better still can hostSeems to be the question I ask now more regular than mostBut this urge I have to see these men and if they like my picAffects the tasks I’m paid to do and makes me call in sickThese many men defining themselves by their listed tribeMakes me think I understand them and think I get their vibeBut the truth is all these hours spent checking who is keenAre affecting my performance and my boss is turning meanOnly last week himself a member told me he that It has to stopIf you keep trawling that app all day I’m giving you the chopBut these threats do not scare me and I am prepared to sueIf he can spend all day on it and then surely I can tooThat drunken chat between us both and those photos of his cockCould end up in the wrong hands and give his boss a shockIn reality he can do nothing as I continue playing this blinderWith one eye on the job I do and the other one on Grindr